The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-21 21:37:14 -

The left knee throbbed. It was a dull, persistent ache, like a stone grinding against wet sand. Thomas sat in the corner of the break room. The linoleum was cold. He pressed his palm against the joint. The skin there was thin. It had always been thin. A map of veins beneath the surface. He waited. The clock on the wall ticked. One second. Two seconds. The air smelled of stale coffee and...

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